---Incoming Transmission---
From: =LSF= Senior Agent Francis "Squints" McClintock
To: Pilgrim
Message starts:
"Interesting. I'd definitely like to have a word with you in my office, privately. Meaning, I expect to see you. Don't make me file an arrest warrant.
"As for Vic Thorn, there isn't substantial evidence here that he bought your drugs. However, there are ways in which the Admiralty could retrieve that evidence... Either way, I think Mr. Thorn is going to have some e'splaning to do to Fleet Admiral Hale.
"By the way, how the hell did you gain access to this channel!?"
*looks at Logan's transmission now*
"Oh now, Mister Willows. I know you don't want to start joking about another unfortunate officer's court martial over getting caught with Cardimine. Because I've got a dossier on my desk with your name on it, and the word Cardimine pops up in it from time to time. I don't like your attitude, and I have a lot of time on my hands to make your Naval career very difficult, so why don't you ease off your unfortunate comrade and instead offer his family some sympathy."
*puts on fedora and trenchcoat* Now I know what sort of community you really are. *walks off into the rain*
I don't care if ya' got fifty reports of me doin' anythin' with the Orange Juice. I have worked my a- off to capture these cardamin'-sniffin' bastards an' as a good frickin' Blue-Colored-Justice-Bringer I gotta get the evidence material back to the HQ, so ya' can suck a big one.
An' my attitude? Well whoope-doo at least I fix problems aroun' 'ere, ya' just be seemin' to whine like all those other boy-scouts in ya' department.
---Incoming Transmission---
From: =LSF= Senior Agent Francis "Squints" McClintock
To: Naval Ensign Logan Willows
Message Starts:
"Please, Mister Willows. Give me a reason. I dislike dumping paperwork on Hale's desk but I frankly dislike you more. I've been very considerate up to this point in letting your compulsive behavior slide but my patience has its limits. I have a whole report on an altercation between you and a fellow naval officer, which paints you in a VERY bad light. Something that would cause Hale quite the headache, and the only one he's gonna be able to take it out on is you.
I WAS ROGER SMITH.
I know what you tried to do, and I've got another Agent to back up my account as witness.
Give. Me. A reason.
Otherwise, a polite apology here would go a long way to making me forget all about this report on my desk..."
*puts on fedora and trenchcoat* Now I know what sort of community you really are. *walks off into the rain*
---Incoming Transmission---
From: =LSF= Senior Agent Francis "Squints" McClintock
To: Naval Ensign Logan Willows
Message Starts:
"You quite sure about that? I know you're mommy would be sad to see you court-marshaled for attempted murder of fellow naval officer, notwithstanding murder of an undercover agent of the LSF. I think you should reconsider the apology."
*taps fingers on report. Opens it up and skims it again*
"Buahahaha... haha. It's good to be in the intelligence business. Haha."
*looks back into the matter with Pilgrim*
"Oh, that's unfortunate. I wanted to use him in a sting..."
*pulls out a bag of jerky*
"Oh well, time to issue the warrant. Slave liners and Cardimine will not be tolerated."
*puts on fedora and trenchcoat* Now I know what sort of community you really are. *walks off into the rain*
First of all, I was ordered to take that vessel down. Ya' probably don't know jack all 'bout orders, don't ya'? Well let me educate you since ya' are so stupid. Orders is somethin' that people in the Navy don't question, they just do it and trust me when I say, I'm pretty good at the "doin' it" part.
Bringin' in my mother to this just digs ya' own hole that much deeper, but I don't care so go ahead sucker.
As I said, I ain't apologizin' to nobody, an' especially to a moron like ya'self.
Bring whatever ya' got pal, it will only end up bad for ya'.
---Incoming Transmission---
From: =LSF= Senior Agent Francis "Squints" McClintock
To: Naval Ensign Logan Willows
Message Starts:
"Frankly Mister Willows, I'd rather not bring your mommy into this as it would only end badly for her. I simply said I knew she would be sad to see you get in trouble with the boss. The last thing we (meaning you) need is for events surrounding Admiral Willows' request to be relieved of certain responsibilities to resurface. The LSF's high command has already come to an agreement on this matter with the Admiralty. I think you should keep your mommy out of this. I just want an apology.
And speaking of your mommy's orders on that day, she did not order you to attack a fellow naval officer. She ordered you to assist the Alsatia, which happened to be running Cardimine at the time. You took her orders and exploited them so you could play target practice with my brand new ship, in full knowledge that we were on the same side and that I was trying to enforce the law. Something I don't appreciate in the slightest. My elbow was bumped very hard during the cockpit ejection and it made random jerks for the next three days, making me look like an idiot while delivering a lecture to the AiTs on the usefulness of duct-tape in an extended fight."
"Now, where's my apology?"
*munches jerky*
"This jerky is really quite good."
*puts on fedora and trenchcoat* Now I know what sort of community you really are. *walks off into the rain*
As always this hillbilly conceals the true reason for the purchase of this filthy drug.
Without exlpaining too much, i will provide you with a few recordings which prove and tell the true side of this story.
He told me, he would have names pilots flying under the flag of the Navy, who are his "customers" and he would hand them out to me, if i purchase 28 boxes of his Cardamine.
I hereby apology to the Admirality for the trouble my inexperience caused.
I wanted to investigate that and i got tricked, kinda amateurish, but he tried, by making a mountain out of a molehill.
You can be sure, such things will be handled elsewise from now on, especially when the {SU}Timbuktu is inbound.
Yours respectfully
Vic Thorn
TRANSMISSION ENDED
// Well and the LNS-Pacific incident isnt worth to comment on ( Its the best, i dont have access to here with this char ), nothing than lies....but whatever
Ya' were the one mentionin' my mother, not me fella. So don't try spin this little dice aroun'.
I ain't gonna get down with the talkin' business here, I do the walkin' an' that's what really gets the job done. I take my orders and I complete 'em, even if it means shootin' ya' ship down.
'Sides, with all this trash talkin' from ya' side, makin' up lies along the way, ain't gonna help ya' one bit.
Ya' have a problem with the way I do my job then take it up with the H-C, not me ya' sissy-boy. An' just incase ya' didn't hear me the first two times, imma' say it again, ya' ain't gettin' an apology ya' moron.
Now 'nuff of this, Imma' go and do my frickin' duty in space. Ya' can sit here and bitch 'bout all your problems and tell fabricated stories like a lil' high-school teenager, since ya' seem to be doin' such a good job at it.